Porcelain Doll

I keep pumping you through my heart, like a drop of blood. I feel I’m at the end, but still yet at the start. It’s okay to shiver now I embrace your presence here. The longing is my deadly, twisted fate. I keep screaming but my voice comes to a halt. All I can give you is my love, that’s it I’m afraid. Break me like I’m a porcelain doll, you can say it’s my fault.

I realize when I’m with you; you play with your gun. You might as well take me down now. Treat me bad but don’t ignore me, we’ll lose the fun, Knock me down; blow me away, bam- crash- POW.

Do you know what it means; I’ll do what I can. Kissing me is like a beautiful rose, with a deadly thorn. I said read me your mind; don’t just give me your hand. I may look whole but trust me; I’m nothing but a glance of tomorrow.

In this book I write, you’re some sort of talented mimic. You’re a counterfeit Shakespeare using your unique way of thinking and speaking. I wish you would justify, why you are lying to me your way through till the end. Although all I want to hear and to speak is the complete truth, not lies.

Truth can be equal to an excruciating pain. You perhaps are a strong wind gained from the storm, knocking me down. You’re throwing me down as I’m an unwanted porcelain doll. I am going to participate in which you want through it’s complicated and weakening to let go. I fear you worst than I fear myself so it’s time to force a goodbye wave. Your ghost itself is the only reason why, I’m haunted with this fear and guilt. For a reason uncalled your still the pint of blood rushing and running through my veins.

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